Shock Me

Shock me.
Tell me some Druid lies sleeping.
Sell me those candled stars
That ooze down cradled skies.
Flash me your razor blade stare.
Tell me my rag doll doesn't care,
One armed and tagged.

Say something snide and remote
As your silver-spoon dangles and shines.
"Dreams in snow will melt and drain,
As moth wings fragilely fade away.
You cannot preserve their elusive state."

Insipid smile,
Twisted and grey,
That fire-cat resides in you;
Hides inside you.
Mock me,
Oh, mock me if you will!

Johnathon Gallagher 8-5-81